He was a perfect gentleman. The actions of both of them quickly put me at ease, and when Nancy gave her an approving smile, I know I had succeeded.“...adies,” Mark began as he raised his wine glass, “To an enjoyable evening.”I had a big smile across my face as I raised my glass.When dessert was served I tried to help but Joan wouldn't let me. After our meal, we retired to the living room and general talk. I have to say that while the four of us drank red wine, the guy in me would rather have had. So I want you to do it again.”“Now?”“Please.”I knelt above her and dragged her panties down. They were ordinary, functional pink cotton ones, quite large, the sort of thing that had been keeping her bits secure for years. I put them to my nose and breathed in the scent of her pussy - a word I felt she would never use – and the faintest trace of a stray drop of piss. I searched the rear area for a trace of her arse, but found none.“God,” she said. “You are so naughty.”She unzipped her dress. "Tiara, please come here, dear," Miss Boyl asked.Stepping out from one the bedrooms was Tiara. She was beautifullydressed in an extremely childish pink dress, the dress flared out toalmost 90 degrees, due to the extra fluffy petticoats, and this gave anice show of her diapers and plastic pants. Tiara had one a pair ofballoon diapers. (balloon diapers are extra thick as they go overregular diapers, and then they are pumped with air, making them muchlarger, and much more obvious). Tiara's had. He took her hand and brought it to his dick. “First things first, baby. Stroke me for a while.” He nuzzled her neck and fondled her tits while she tentatively ran her fingertips over the throbbing shaft.Sally sat back on his thighs, marveling in the tool she was touching. It was maybe eight inches tall, curved slightly, alive with his blood, and she could feel it pulsing and twitching as she touched sensitive spots. She was taken aback by the different textures of the skin; the crown was spongy.